A/N: *sigh* So this idea has been dancing around in my head for a little while, since about when Girl Meets Flaws aired (couldn't help but think of fatal flaws) but I was a bit iffy about it. I saw the awesomeness of the other two fics of this kind on the site and couldn't resist trying my hand at one of my own. By the way, if you've read my one shot, The Best Thing I Got, you know that Riley gives Maya a locket. This locket plays an important part in the story. Also, this is set in the gap between The Last Olympian and The Lost Hero. So, here goes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World or Percy Jackson. They belong to Micheal Jacobs and Rick Riordan, respectively.

~~Maya's Point Of View~~Chapter One: There's Something You Should Know

I've always the tough, rebellious one. The one who always gets into trouble. The bad girl. I'm not always proud of it, but it's who I am. Nothing's going to change that.

My life was far from perfect. We were always hurting for money. My mom was in and out half the time, between working to provide for the both of us and running off to auditions, and I had never met my father. Every time I asked about him, my mom would get this sad look in her eyes and tell me not to ask about it. She said he had this other family. It was like he'd forgotten I existed.

Focus on the lesson, Maya, I scolded myself, willing my mind to focus on the teacher. Mr. Matthews was in the middle of a lesson on the Greek gods and goddesses. I don't know why, but it sort of piqued my interest. That's never happened before, I thought, narrowing my eyes. Since when have I been interested in anything Mr. Matthews has had to teach before...

I pushed the thought out of my head. I was not interested... was I?

"... does anyone have a guess as to who this might be?" Mr. Matthews was saying. He gestured to an old-looking picture (well, there were like, twelve old-looking pictures hanging on the board) of a man wearing some awesome looking shoes with wings attached to them. Written under the picture in a language I didn't quite recognize was Ἑρμης.

I wasn't planning on answering the question until it happened.

The letters seemed to transform before my eyes, switching from whatever language (I presume it was Greek) to English. Hermes.

Memories came flooding back to me, watching the movie Hercules as a kid. Wasn't Hermes, like, the messenger of the gods? It was as good enough a guess as any, and glancing around me, the only kid who seemed to have an answer was Farkle, and even he looked a bit apprehensive.

I took a deep breath and raised my hand, my hand shaking a bit. Mr. Matthews looked at me, and a look of astonishment came upon his face.

"Yes, Miss Hart?" he asked. "You have a guess?"

I nodded. "That's Hermes. The messenger of the gods, right?"

Mr. Matthews blinked, dumbfounded. "Yeah, that's right!" he said after a moment, smiling goofily. "Do you know anything else about him?"

"His sacred animal was the ram, and he had that staff thing, right?" I blurted out. Okay, don't know where that came from... I thought. Now I was just pulling stuff out of thin air... this was getting kind of weird.

"Close. It's a Caduceus," Mr. Matthews corrected. "There's a difference." He paused, then grinned. "But I'm impressed. Where did you learn all of that, Maya?"

I looked down. "I don't know," I said, trying to shrug it off and play it cool. "I just knew it, I guess. The movie Hercules..."

Well, it's not entirely a lie, right? Though I don't remember the movie saying anything about the caduceus thing, or the ram... what was I getting myself into?

Luckily, Mr. Matthews didn't question a thing. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd held in. He went back to the board and gestured to a picture of a pretty woman. Ἀφροδίτη

"Anyone know who this is?" He asked.

Once again, the Greek letters rearranged themselves, morphing into English before my eyes. I took a moment to question my sanity. Aphrodite. The goddess of love and beauty. Her symbol is the dove.

I blinked. Okay, wherever that train of thought came from, I have absolutely no idea. But I was not about to make myself look like a fool by answering his question.

The girl sitting next to me promptly raised her hand. I glanced over at her, narrowing my eyes in confusion. Since when did Riley know anything about Greek mythology?

"Yes, Riley?" Mr. Matthews asked.

"That's Aphrodite," she said, sounding sure of herself. "She was the goddess of love and beauty."

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and we exchanged a glance. She mouthed 'Whoa.'

This was definitely weird. It was like we knew things we'd never been taught before. Like we'd been giving memories of things that never happened. I was definitely questioning my sanity by this point.

Class went on as usual. Well, almost as usual. Every time Mr. Matthews introduced a new god or goddess, the Greek lettering under it would morph to English, and I'd learn the name of the god before it was told to me. But unlike with Hermes and Aphrodite, I didn't actually know anything about them. Until Athena was pointed out.

Goddess of wisdom and battle strategies, I immediately thought. I was really scaring myself, and from the look on Riley's face, it was happening to her, too. I glanced back at Farkle and Lucas. The look was on their faces, too.

This is too weird, I thought. Way too weird.

It was Farkle who answered this one.

"Goddess of wisdom and battle strategies, sir," he said, trying his hardest to wipe the freaked out look off of his face. He was failing miserably. "Her symbol was the owl."

The lesson went on. Ares, Hephaestus, Dionysus... Zeus, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, Artemis...

I shifted in my seat, getting impatient. I wanted class to end already! It seemed impossibly longer than usual. Finally we got to the last one. Apollo.

"That's the god of medicine, music, and archery, right?" Lucas asked. Before Mr. Matthews could answer, the bell (finally) rang.

Grateful that class was over, I stood up and grabbed my books, placing them in my bag as I waited for Riley to finish getting ready to leave.

Her face was pale, and she had a haunted look in her brown eyes. Her fingers trembled. "Maya?" she asked, whispering softly. "Am I going crazy? Please tell me I'm not going crazy!"

I shook my head. "No, pumpkin, you're not going crazy. It was happening to me too," I whispered back, trying mt best to sound soothing. It wasn't really working. "Let's talk about this at lunch, okay? It'll be too noisy for anyone to hear anything they shouldn't."

She nodded, the haunted look never leaving her eyes. "Okay."

Poor Riley, I thought as we exited the classroom. She's really spooked by this. I mean, so am I, but she's even more scared than I am. I sighed. Something big was about to happen. I just knew it. I don't know how I knew it, but I knew it.

"Hey, Maya, hey Riley," Lucas called as he caught up to us, Farkle not far behind him. They both had the same spooked looks on their faces. "Did anything... strange happen to you during history?" he asked.

Riley nodded. "Y-yes," she stammered.

"We're going to talk about it at lunch, okay, Cowboy?" I asked. We didn't have time to announce all of the strange things that were happening to us to the entire school.

Lucas seemed to understand. Without a word, the four of us headed to the cafeteria. After getting our lunch, we found a spot in the quietest corner of the cafeteria, at a table that only we could sit at. It wasn't an ideal place for secrecy, but there was really no other place we could go.

"So," Farkle broke the awkward silence that had settled upon us. "Ancient Greek letters turning to English? Memories of things you didn't know that you knew?"

"Are we all going crazy?" Riley asked, a worried look in her eyes.

"I've never even heard of any of those gods and goddesses before, and yet, it was like I'd somehow known it all my life, like the ABC's or how to count to ten." Lucas said. I bit back a smart comment about not knowing he could count that high. This was a serious conversation.

"Well, apparently we do know the ABC's," I said, scowling as I tried to wrap my mind around things. "and not just the English ones."

"But we were never taught it!" Riley cried, stomping her foot in frustration. "There's a reason Kindergartners aren't taught their alpha-beta-gamma's, right?" her eyes widened, and she clasped her hands over her mouth. "See? How did I know that?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Can you imagine learning that, though? 'Now I know my alpha-beta-gamma's, next time won't you sing with me?"

No one laughed. I didn't blame them.

"Maya, this is serious!" Farkle scolded me, trying his best to sound intimidating. It was almost cute, but I wasn't going to admit that out loud. "Something big is about to happen. I can feel it."

"I can feel it, too," Lucas admitted. "I don't know how I know, but I know."

"I don't understand!" Riley cried, her eyes wide and innocent. Her voice rose into a wail."This doesn't make any sense!"

Nothing will make sense for a long time to come, said a voice in the back of my head. But you're strong enough to overcome this. I know you are.

I blinked. "Guys..." I said, too freaked out to be ashamed of how high my voice sounded. "Was I the only one who heard that?"

My friends stared at me like I'd grown a second head.

"Heard what?" Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow. "Maya, this is not the time for jokes."

I shook my head. "Guys, I'm not joking. I'm serious... There was this voice, telling me that nothing would make sense for a long time, but that I'm strong enough to overcome it..." I stared at the ground. No one had any reaction.

Oh, great, I thought, daring to meet Riley's gaze. Her face was filled with so many emotions, it was hard to read. They think I've lost it. Way to go, you.

Riley was the first one to speak. "Whoa..." she whispered softly.

"That's... wow..." Farkle added. I tilted my head to the side, my eyes wide.

"So you don't think I'm crazy?" I asked, my voice filled with hope.

"No crazier than you usually are," Lucas said. "Though with everything else that's going on right now, hearing voices is almost normal."

I sighed and leaned back in my seat, poking at my food with my fork. My stomach lurched at the thought of eating. "I just wish we knew what was going on," I said. "Then we wouldn't have to think we were going crazy."

"Yeah, but that's just not how life works," Farkle sighed. "Something big is about to happen. That much we do know."

...

"Maya, wake up." a familiar voice whispered. I groaned, not wanting to get up. I felt something poke me. Mad, I fluttered open my eyes, forcing myself to wake.

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. I was in my room. Only, it wasn't my room. It seemed... colder, somehow, like I hadn't been living in it for almost thirteen years. The freakiest thing was the man standing by the edge on the bed.

He had a muscular build, blue eyes, and curly black hair. A sly grin graced his slim, almost elfish features. He wore an outfit that reminded me of a mailman's. I wouldn't have recognized him if it weren't for his boots, which sprouted a pair of wings.

I let out a squeak.

"Hello, Maya," the man said softly. "Do you know who I am?"

My breath hitched in my throat. "Hermes," I whispered, narrowing my eyes.

Hermes considered that for a second. "Well, yes, but do you know who else I am?" he asked.

My hands were shaking. "N-no..." I stammered, trying my best to keep calm. "Well, I learned about you in history. I do know that you were the messenger of the Greek gods... and that you're not supposed to exist."

Hermes snapped his fingers. "Well, you're wrong about that one. Would I be right here in front of you if I didn't exist?"

I raised an eyebrow. "That would depend... is this a dream?"

"I guess you can call it that," the god said with a shrug. I reached up and pinched myself in the cheek, hoping to wake myself up. This was all kinds of freaky.

Hermes reached out and grabbed my hand, gently pulling it away from my face. "Maya," he said firmly. "You have to listen to me!"

I pulled my hand away from him. "No!" I cried stubbornly. "This is just a dream, I don't have to listen to you! You're not real!"

"Maya," he repeated. "This is not a dream. I am real, and so are all of the other gods and goddesses you learned about. We are all very much alive, no matter what mortals say about us."

"This doesn't make any sense!" I cried, getting frustrated.

"Nothing will make sense for a long time to come," the god said. "But you're strong enough to overcome this. I know you are."

Everything came rushing back to me. My jaw dropped. "You... you were the voice inside of my head yesterday," I realized. Hermes nodded.

"Yes, that was me. But I am much more than that. I've been watching over you your entire life."

I could feel the color drain from my face. Stalker much? I wanted to ask, but my voice didn't want to work. Hermes looked down.

"I didn't want to do it, Maya. I didn't want to leave you and your mother. I didn't want to abandon you like that, but I had to. It was for your own good."

"Hermes..." My voice trailed off. I felt numb. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? I felt tears well up in my eyelids. They threatened to spill over, blurring my vision. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Try 'Dad.'" Hermes said.

My suspicions were confirmed.

Hermes was my father.

A sudden anger boiled up inside of me. I finally found my voice, and I clenched my fists so hard that my fingernails dug into my skin, but I didn't care.

"Thirteen years," I said, my voice coming out in almost a growl. "It's been almost thirteen years, and you never even bothered to send me anything? Remind me that you remembered that I exist? No! You just walked out on me! My mom is in and out half the time, and you've never even shown yourself! You don't care about me at all, do you!?"

The god's shoulders tensed. His eyes turned steely cold, and his expression hardened like marble. "Don't you ever imply something like that again, young lady," he said with a glare. He said it so calmly I wouldn't have been scared, except for the fact that he was a my father, Greek god that could probably ground me in the Underworld.

I shrank back, suddenly scared. I swallowed hard and tried to avert my father's gaze. "But... Why?" I whispered softly. "Couldn't you have at least sent me a sign? Something to let me know that you still cared?"

Hermes shook his head. "It was too risky. Once mortals like your mom find out that the one they love is a god, it's not uncommon that they can't handle the truth, and they go crazy. Revealing myself to you would risk too much."

There was tension in the air. An awkward silence followed, soon to be broken by something loudly blaring 'Macarena.'

Hermes pulled out a cell phone. Attached to it was a tiny antennae, with two small green snakes intertwined within it.

The girl has to wake up, said a voice in my mind. Somehow, I knew it was one of the snakes speaking. She and her friends are in grave danger.

Aw, you don't have any rats here? asked another voice, a male voice.

The first snake hissed. George! she scolded. Not the time for this!

Sorry, Martha, the snake called George said.

"Martha is right," Hermes said, his voice filled with urgency. "You need to wake up."

I blinked, confused. "What? What's going on? Why do I have to wake up? I have more questions!"

Calm down, child, Martha soothed. Your questions will be answered in time. Go now, young one, protect your friends. You're the only one who can do this.

And bring me back a rat, please, George added, earning a hiss from Martha.

The dream began to fade away to darkness.

A split second later, I woke to a scream. A... recognizable scream, at that.

I sat up quickly. I was sitting on a hillside. It was just after dawn, and the sky was a pretty pinkish purple color, and a few stars still twinkled overhead. But I didn't have time to marvel at the beauty. Making their way up the hill was a pack of dogs.

Not just any dogs. Huge black dogs, big enough for more than one person to ride with plenty of room. They were snarling and barking their heads off. And there must have been at least ten of them.

A pack of hellhounds.

The one who screamed was Riley. She was quite a bit further down the hill, laying down, frozen in fear. My heart raced. As I scrambled to my feet, I glanced around. A familiar voice called to me.

"Maya, you're awake!" Lucas yelled. I looked up. He was dragging an unconscious Farkle up the hill. "Go get Riley!"

I ran down the hill. The hellhounds were closing in. Fear washed over me. Even if I could get to Riley in time, I couldn't outrun the hounds even when I wasn't carrying a thirteen-year-old girl.

Get them past the pine tree, Hermes spoke in the back of my mind. You're the only one who can do this.

I cursed under my breath. How! I can't outrun these things, and I don't have any weapons. I can't do this!

Yes you can, it was Martha who spoke this time. You have to.

I have to, I told myself. I made it to Riley just in time. I pulled her up by under her armpits, lifting her to her feet. The hounds were getting closer. If we didn't make a run for it soon... I didn't want to think about that.

"Maya, what's going on?!" Riley asked, her eyes wide. "I'm scared."

"I don't know, just run," I told her firmly, staring into her eyes. "I know you're scared. But you have to run."

She nodded and took off up the hill. I followed her, subconsciously reaching up to touch the locket Riley had given me. I opened it and suddenly, in my hands, I held a long bronze sword.

"Maya?!" Riley cried. She had tripped over her own feet and fallen. A particularly large hellhound lunged at her.

Oh, no, you don't! I thought, slashing the oversized dog's neck. The dog exploded in a fountain of gold sparkles.

"Take that, you overgrown mutt!" I cried, turning around just in time to catch the closest dog in the throat. The gold sparkles came once more. I turned to Riley. "Run, get yourself past the pine tree! You'll be safe!"

"What about you?" she asked, her eyes wide. I shook my head.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." I told her, but I wasn't too sure of it.

A hellhound caught me off guard. It snapped at me, taking me into it's jaws. I dropped the sword. I was sure this was it.

But then the dog let out a howl, tossing me through the air as it disintegrated into golden sparkles. Pain exploded in the back of my head as I hit the ground. I cry of pain escaped my lips.

"Maya!" Riley cried. I looked up to see her running towards me, only to be pulled into Lucas's arms. He whispered something to her, and she burst into tears.

I noticed something behind them. A line of kids with ages varying from around eleven to eighteen stood in front of the pine tree, each holding bows. She shot arrows at the remaining dogs. It wasn't long before they had all disappeared.

A girl of about seventeen broke through the line of archers. From my position on the ground, all I could see was that she was wearing a bright orange shirt with the words Camp Half-Blood written on it. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail.

"What is going on here?" she asked, then her eyes fell on me and my friends. "Oh my gods! Four new demigods? Get them inside the camp, now!"

One of the archers helped me to my feet. I stumbled a bit, but was able to regain my balance. As we walked toward the pine tree, Riley broke away from Lucas and threw her arms around me.

"I thought you were going to die!" she cried, burying her face into my chest. I rubbed her back, still shocked at the entire thing.

"I thought I was a goner," I whispered.

The blonde girl approached us. I got a better look at her now. Her eyes were a striking gray, and they looked distracted, like she was thinking about a million things at once.

"Hi," Riley said, pulling away from me and staring at the ground awkwardly.

The girl smiled. "Four new demigods in one day. They've been turning up left and right lately, but never this many in one batch, especially without a satyr to protect you!" she extended her hand. "I'm Annabeth, by the way. What are your names?"

"I'm Maya, this is Riley," I introduced us. "The boys are Lucas and Farkle. Um, thanks for, uh, saving my life and all, but what is this place?

"You should thank the Apollo cabin," Annabeth said. "They're the ones who saved your life. As for this place, this is Camp Half-Blood. The only safe haven for those of our kind."

Riley blinked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Apollo cabin? Camp Half-Blood? Our kind?" she turned to me, grabbing onto my hand. "Maya, what is going on? What is she talking about?" she asked, fear evident in her voice.

I sighed. "Riles, there's something I have to tell you. You remember those gods and goddesses we learned about in history yesterday?"

She nodded. "Yeah, of course I do. But what do they have anything to do with the dogs and the camp and all of this?" she motioned to the world around her.

"Well, they aren't dead or anything," I explained. "They still exist...They're alive." Riley blinked, still confused. I took a deep breath. "Do you remember Hermes? The messenger god?" she nodded. "Well... Hermes is my father."

~~~To Be Continued~~~~

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